I'm still fighting jetlag, but in my late-night facebook trawling whilst attempting to numb my brain into a REM cycle (and I just spent way too much time there trying to find verbs that could carry an extended laundry metaphor before I gave up to switch my actual laundry), I came across this article posted by my cousin Susan on her page and it sure made me sit up and take notice.
So read this: (I'll wait. Oh, and you can double-click to make it bigger.)
So after the first column these were some of my initial thoughts:
- I want to fly to Washington right now so I can find Tacoma and punch her stupid, insensitive face.
- If all her single, childless friends feel the same way, heaven forbid they ever breed amongst themselves and propagate their stupidity exponentially.
- I really hope I've never even approached this level of insensitivity and am so, SO sorry if I have.
Then I read Carolyn's response, and had some more thoughts:
- Should I ever have children, I'm naming my first-born child Carolyn. Even if he's a boy I don't care. I'll give his future wife this article and she'll thank me.
- She is treating Tacoma much more humanely than I'd ever be able to.
- This is one of the best explanations of the role of a mother that I have ever seen, especially a young mother. Having never been a mother, I hope this doesn't sound presumptuous or offensive, but what I've seen of the Herculean efforts mothers make on a daily basis which must more often than not make them feel like more like Sisyphus makes this ring true to me.
- She sums up in one sentence why I am not ready to me a mother: 'It's resisting constant temptation to seek short-term relief at everyone's long-term expense.' A further distillation can produce a single word: Unselfishness.
So, I'd just like to give a brief shout out to my best friend, the uh-MAZ-ing mother of my two most favourite 'nephews' and the funniest person I know. I hope you know that I've seen how much work and sacrifice and effort and sweat and laughter and love you put into each and every moment, each and every day.
I honestly shake my head in awe at what you do while I use selfishly my MA program as an excuse to relax and enjoy...
You are my hero.